Though she understands why he would call it a failing, Ashe finds it impossible to agree that it is. Like him, she could deny this for the greater good if she needed to, and while there are more than a few alarm bells ringing in her mind, Ashe can't quite convince herself that she needs to. She likes to believe she knows when she's being selfish, but at this moment the line has never felt more blurred. A thousand ways and reasons she could let this happen run through her thoughts, and, in a far weaker voice, the reasons why it mustn't.
"Basch," Ashe's hands tighten into fists before relaxing, and for a moment her arms seem to tense and she looks like she's on the verge of reaching for him before deciding to keep holding back. "I have only ever been a companion out of obligation. You speak of desire, and yet I wonder if I've ever known such a thing before."
She takes a deep breath, determined to get through this, for both of their sakes. Even if she doesn't know how to reach for him physically, she can be as transparent as he has been with her.
"But, even though I have never been an object of sincere desire, that does not mean I do not understand what it feels like to want." Trailing off her eyes narrow at him, pointed and hesitant, so close to spelling it out and losing the thread at the last moment, her lips purse in frustration, and she does what she can to finish her thought, in the most basic and idiotic sounding way possible– "Basch."
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Date: 2023-08-07 10:14 pm (UTC)"Basch," Ashe's hands tighten into fists before relaxing, and for a moment her arms seem to tense and she looks like she's on the verge of reaching for him before deciding to keep holding back. "I have only ever been a companion out of obligation. You speak of desire, and yet I wonder if I've ever known such a thing before."
She takes a deep breath, determined to get through this, for both of their sakes. Even if she doesn't know how to reach for him physically, she can be as transparent as he has been with her.
"But, even though I have never been an object of sincere desire, that does not mean I do not understand what it feels like to want." Trailing off her eyes narrow at him, pointed and hesitant, so close to spelling it out and losing the thread at the last moment, her lips purse in frustration, and she does what she can to finish her thought, in the most basic and idiotic sounding way possible– "Basch."